What would you do if your television showed you a future you never asked for—and one you desperately want to run from?
Li Chen’s breath froze in his throat as the TV flickered back to life and whispered, “Play again?”
Li Chen returned home after a night of drinking and bachelor partying with his friends. His big screen TV was on. A video started playing. He saw his best friend getting married. He saw the happy couple leave for their honeymoon. Then he saw his best friend and his wife on a beach. A man on a motor scooter came racing by and shot his best friend, The video skipped ahead six months. There was Li Chen marrying his best friend’s wife in Las Vegas.
Li Chen stumbled backward, his shoulder slamming into the wall as the room seemed to tilt under him. He blinked hard, once, twice. The TV was off—dead black glass staring back at him as if mocking his confusion. He replayed the images in his mind: the wedding, the beach, the gunshot, the Las Vegas chapel. His head throbbed, but something deeper stirred—fear, guilt, destiny? He checked the lock again. Still latched. No sign of forced entry. No explanation for how the video started or how it predicted six months of his life with chilling detail. Out of instinct, he reached for the remote. It felt warm, as if someone had just used it. Li Chen swallowed hard. What if the video wasn’t a prediction but a choice? What if his silence, his actions, or his inaction would make it real? He sank onto the couch, heart hammering. The screen flashed for half a second—a single frame—his own face looking back at him, terrified. Then darkness again.
Was this fate, a warning… or a trap he hadn’t yet stepped into?
What would you do if your future appeared on your TV—and you didn’t like what you saw?
